As a mentor and editor, I always tell writers to just ignore this stuff. Your job is to create; your power is in creativity; and while dialogue might come out of it, some people are just there to troll. (Ms. Grossman, I will try not to assume but instead create a likely fictional reality, didn't even make it to the first line of my poem.)
As a writer, though, that shit dives straight under my skin. So I wrote back:
I'm sorry you feel that way. I hope you actually got to read the poem. I try not to tell people what a poem is about - I think it limits the poem's power - but I don't really think it's about how I (or anyone) sees non-Jews at all; I think it's about the struggle between wanting to follow halacha, or Jewish laws, and wanting to live autonomously by your own rules.
by the way, I'm not really on facebook much, but if you'd like to talk further, here's my email.
Anyway, you should read it. Let me know if you're offended please!
There Are Such Goyim in the World
I love how goyim hugso perfectly freaking friendly
like the only reason they’re not married
is, why waste all that time at a party?
They eat food from anywhere
and eat the same amount of food all week.
They jump out of bed and straight
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